Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm. >>
Friendship improves happiness, and abates misery, by doubling our joys >>
'Tis not in mortals to command success, but we'll do more, Sempronius, >>
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of h >>
There is something peculiarly sinister and insidious in even a charge >>
We are a rebellious nation. Our whole history is treason; our blood wa >>
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin!